by P. B. Robosa
This
happy love of forgotten years,
shadowed
beneath drooping leaves
of
the rain trees and fire trees of old
could
you not stay and bear the cold?
A
little time more, in a heart's quickstep
join
me on this vigil, in sleepy depth
the
stars are beaming and the sun is lost
the
bell tolling now for the day's ghost.
Bursting
stars flowing behind clouds
of
pale white angels with golden crowns
and
the crystal moon brings silvery sheen
on
this windy chill of September again.
as we dream of them to again reappear
swaying stronger and stronger till December
but we awake as the cheap lights flicker.
1 comment:
Hi Paulix, Long before you were born, I had the privilege of enjoying the sights and scents of Baao and like you, I mourn their demise, as shown in the photos. It is possible to have them again as a present to the future of today's children. I have some ideas but the cooperation of school children and adults, especially parents and teachers, is vital to its progress. A local project leader will be necessary since I'm in another continent. Volunteers, anyone? I'll email to you my ideas if there is interest in this matter. Thanks for your greaat blog.
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